This is a song about "Apple martini"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

But till then i'll be waiting under the apple tree

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history